I slip away into the night and open the book in my favorite field. It has become my happy place. When I get overwhelmed, when Baphomet had me in that room, I thought of the way I feel out here. The serenity is like nothing else I've ever felt. The wind is like nothing else I've ever felt. And I love the smell of the lilies and the look of the moon.
  Everyone wants to feel like royalty. Let me give you a hand. It spins and spins, creating something that withstands any language barrier.
  What does that mean?
That's all for tonight, birthday girl.
I close the book and sit for a while. I lay back and look up at the stars and the moon, in all their brilliance. I feel the wind lulling me to sleep in the grass. I close my eyes and feel the cold air all over me. I fall asleep, in that comfortable puffy jacket Alphonse gave me.
I wake up to the sun shining in my eyes. Shit. Sam and Dean must be worried. I stretch my arms up and prepare to get a lecture from the two of them. I grab the book and walk back to the bunker. Inside, I smell bacon and eggs. I descend the staircase, taking off my jacket when I reach the bottom. I wrap the book inside of it too.
"Guys?" I yell out to them.
"Guys?" I follow the smell of bacon to the kitchen. I see Sam and Dean passed out on the ground, bacon still sizzling on the stove. I look around, wondering what the hell happened. I kneel down and place my hands on Dean's neck to see if I can feel a pulse. Okay their pulse is fine. Now what did this?
"Oh Elizabeth!" A man enters the kitchen with an apron on. It goes just past his knees and it's pink with ruffles. It says kiss the chef.
He wipes his hands on the apron and smiles at me.
"I'm glad you're back. Now, tell me where that little book is and I won't eat you and your friends." He holds a kitchen knife. I grab the skillet on the stove and charge at him. I slam it against his hand that's holding the knife. It falls to the ground, bouncing around a bit. I slam the skillet into his head and watch him fall to the ground. Sam and Dean come back into consciousness at the exact moment.
  "Help me tie him up before he wakes up." I attempt dragging the man myself but it's futile. Sam and Dean help me after they stumble around for a bit. They seem out of it, but we really have to tie this thing up before he wakes up.
As we are dragging him to wherever Sam and Dean tie people up, he disappears into ash at our fingertips. I jump back, startled at the sight.
Alphonse appears, making quite the entrance. "See? I'm only here to help." He wipes his hands off, but they're not dirty. It's a show of ego, like he has just helped us so much.
"We didn't need your help." I stand firm on the idea that Alphonse is the Judas.
"I'm not letting monsters in here. That book is. Why do you think it's so helpful? Nothing comes for free."
"I don't know if I can trust you." I approach him slowly, looking him in the eyes.
"You can." He says it but I think about that vision, that moon card. I don't know what I can trust honestly.
"Go!" I shove him and he lets me.
I continue shoving him and beating my fists against his chest. Dean pulls me away and pushes me back to Sam.
"I won't be far when you need me." Alphonse peeks through Dean's body to look at me.
"You heard her, man. Let's go." Dean walks with him up the staircase.
"How's your head?" I turn around to face Sam.
"It hurts." He goes to the kitchen to get some ice.
"I should be feeding you grapes like a king with how many hits you've taken lately." I joke with him. He laughs softly as he puts a bag of ice against his head. He clenches his jaw and audibly lets out a sound of discomfort. That's it. That's it. I have it.
"Sam. You wonderful thing! I have it! I have the next set of bones!" I run to the main area and rip a piece of paper from a random book.
"Pen. I need a pen." Sam joins me, still holding ice on his head. "Look in my bedroom." He sits down and Dean comes back down the stairs.
"Just in time!" I jump up and down, looking at the book.
  "Sam, look up Royalty Records. Dean, read this."
Dean reads the section out loud, " Everyone wants to feel like royalty. Let me give you a hand. It spins and spins, creating something that withstands any language barrier."
Sam finishes writing the address and looks at me, "So you think that this is where we will find the next set of bones?"
"Yes, I do. I think it'll be her hands or wrists or whatever. The other riddle had the word head in it and we found a skull."
Dean interrupts my excitement with doubt, "Well, if we get a bone each time this is going to take forever."
"What's the alternative, Dean? Not trying at all." I challenge his negativity because it needs to be challenged.
"Alright. Alright. How are we going to do this?" He gets back on board.